Monday, September 20, 2010

After Winter

Dreams drip through the frozen seams
Of a dozen crystallizing streams---
'Tis easier to find a dream
In Spring, before Fall bears her wing.
The seed that from its birthday pushes
Reminder of the heady rushes
That comes when one hopes for a thought
To bring a light where there was not.
In winter, snow blankets what is new:
Letting nothing break the frosted dew---
Spring is where the sparrow builds her home
And every bough climbs through soft heaven's dome
And every dream, with every curling frond
Lets loose its chains, and rusts its stifling bonds.

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